Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.